I KEEP SWINGING MY HANDS // Alex // THROUGH A SWARM OF BEES

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Yes. Caesar fought back the grin that was threatening to form on his face as Alexander took his paw. That would seal the 'deal' that he was vague about. Without a word, Caesar attempted to get into ALEXANDER's mind, attempting to break into the direwolf's mind and try to implant the feeling of a bond between the two. It was exhausting going through someone's mind, Caesar had to admit. You had to break through mental barriers carefully, especially if you didn't want to get caught. If successful, Caesar would also try and convince ALEX into believing that he was Caesar's brother. Obviously, not in a blood sense, but rather a pack-mentality sense.

If not, well. This would look entirely awkward. So in order to break the silence, Caesar said, "So. Why don't we try going to Tanglewood first? Hurt them from the inside out."

#psychosocial.